Oren
I have no recollection of walking to the Tombstone. I can remember leaving with Lester and the others and I arriving there but in that time I saw nothing but the MPDs raiding my house on loop. I was ready for this and was confident I would be finding my sister tonight. It sounds corny but fate brought me here. If I hadn’t found Nolan and Hal and Hobson, I wouldn’t have found Lester and I wouldn’t have come close to the notion that she was this close to me all this time. But now I was almost positive she was at the Tombstone. It was a better guess than ‘somewhere up north’ at least.
I was ready for this, which surprised me. I knew I’d go to any lengths to find her but never thought it’d go so far as to allow an undetermined amount of MPD’s blood on my hands. Not even allow. Wish. I was ready for this.
Hal and Hobson were splitting off, setting to create a diversion or keep lookout. I wasn’t paying much attention. Me, Nolan, Lester and one other were heading in and the next thing I knew, Nolan had pulled out Le Chuck’s saber and thrust it into the back of an MPD up ahead. It was clear he was aiming for the heart but didn’t give it enough push. He was hurt but not dead.
I turned quickly to some racket behind me and saw that there were more MPDs injured already than I anticipated. And I’ve done nothing up until this point. I watched as a guard was scooting his ass across the ground in pain and Lester got hold of the front of his helmet, pulling so the guard was looking up to the ceiling and convulsing as Lester slipped a blade deep into his neck and swiped across, the guards head hanging by little but the spine and a flap of muscle, tissue and skin.
I tried my best to stay composed and collected, but my nerves shot wildly a need to take one out. Or at least finish one off. And there he was, a guard crawling past as if he didn’t see me. What happened next was in my power but out of my control. Almost as if I was watching my body do it while my brain observed. My iron pipe stuck firmly in my hand and I put a foot down on the guard’s chest. The helmet blocked the fear in his eyes but I felt the tremors across his body as I tucked the pipe behind his neck, a hand on each side, and lifted his head. His chest caved slightly as I picked my other foot off the ground and ran it back down, taking his head to the ground with me. The crack of his neck echoed and he fell limp. I looked over to Nolan and his eyes widened and his slack jaw slowly turning to a smile. I felt a smile stretch subtly across my face and finally felt like this was where I was supposed to be. Like I was a part of the team. I was excited for Nolan to tell the others about this. I was never one to boast. I took notice of more MPDs and brought my pipe back up until I fell to one knee.
My leg had gotten a jerk and was now wet with blood. I’d been shot but by who, I couldn’t see. I stood up and could still move, easier than I feared at first but uncomfortable still as I felt the bullet twist around in the muscle of my calf. I ran past Nolan as he was dragging an injured MPD into the other room and turned back just in time to see the MPD struggle his way out and run off, Nolan shooting into the shadows.
“Shit,” Nolan shouted as he ran back to me. We had lost the other two by this point but were still heading in the right direction. We were right outside the Garyson when we saw three guards standing cool but with weapons up and cocked. Suddenly we saw Lester and his friend come in from where we came and stand still. Nolan took interest in one guard and silently walked against the wall, Le Chuck’s saber resting on his shoulder. I tried to find my target but was lost focus with the interruption of an orchestra of wood and metal falling against each other and Nolan tripping and running head first into the wall, the sound of that making me cringe the most. He stumbled up and seemed okay until I heard the cock of a gun and he froze.
“Don’t move.”
I couldn’t see the MPD and sure he couldn’t see me but turned the corner just in case where I found myself looking down the barrel of a shotgun. Recently used I knew because I was close enough to feel the warmth. I watched the guard pull a trigger but wasn’t sure what happened next besides a bullet ripping an inch off the side of my face.
That was just about the most damage done to either party besides the butt of my gun smashing into the front of his helmet. It was pathetic and little progress was being made as we were clearly unsteady on the jagged ground and dizzy with the first strikes we both recieved.
If it weren’t for the circumstances, we might have found ourselves both laughing at how pathetic this was and letting bygones be bygones. I grabbed my pipe and swung it down, convincing myself that the bullet across the face and the adrenaline pumping through me was altering my perception. The pipe hit his shoulder pad and he took another shot, right between the neck and shoulder, and took me down with his bare hands. I couldn’t hear the other guards rush over, help lift me up, and begin to drag me to the holding cells and I had no idea where Nolan was, but didn’t have enough hope that he’d gotten away.
And then I saw him, a group of guards leading him somewhere, presumably the interrogation room. And just before he was out of sight again, I saw him flail his arm and knock the guards away albeit not far. As he flailed his arms, I caught a glimpse of something strapped to his back and was reminded of our last plan of action. A certain escape. And I couldn’t help but grin as the room shook and for a brief moment the world turned white.
I have no recollection of walking to the Tombstone. I can remember leaving with Lester and the others and I arriving there but in that time I saw nothing but the MPDs raiding my house on loop. I was ready for this and was confident I would be finding my sister tonight. It sounds corny but fate brought me here. If I hadn’t found Nolan and Hal and Hobson, I wouldn’t have found Lester and I wouldn’t have come close to the notion that she was this close to me all this time. But now I was almost positive she was at the Tombstone. It was a better guess than ‘somewhere up north’ at least.
I was ready for this, which surprised me. I knew I’d go to any lengths to find her but never thought it’d go so far as to allow an undetermined amount of MPD’s blood on my hands. Not even allow. Wish. I was ready for this.
Hal and Hobson were splitting off, setting to create a diversion or keep lookout. I wasn’t paying much attention. Me, Nolan, Lester and one other were heading in and the next thing I knew, Nolan had pulled out Le Chuck’s saber and thrust it into the back of an MPD up ahead. It was clear he was aiming for the heart but didn’t give it enough push. He was hurt but not dead.
I turned quickly to some racket behind me and saw that there were more MPDs injured already than I anticipated. And I’ve done nothing up until this point. I watched as a guard was scooting his ass across the ground in pain and Lester got hold of the front of his helmet, pulling so the guard was looking up to the ceiling and convulsing as Lester slipped a blade deep into his neck and swiped across, the guards head hanging by little but the spine and a flap of muscle, tissue and skin.
I tried my best to stay composed and collected, but my nerves shot wildly a need to take one out. Or at least finish one off. And there he was, a guard crawling past as if he didn’t see me. What happened next was in my power but out of my control. Almost as if I was watching my body do it while my brain observed. My iron pipe stuck firmly in my hand and I put a foot down on the guard’s chest. The helmet blocked the fear in his eyes but I felt the tremors across his body as I tucked the pipe behind his neck, a hand on each side, and lifted his head. His chest caved slightly as I picked my other foot off the ground and ran it back down, taking his head to the ground with me. The crack of his neck echoed and he fell limp. I looked over to Nolan and his eyes widened and his slack jaw slowly turning to a smile. I felt a smile stretch subtly across my face and finally felt like this was where I was supposed to be. Like I was a part of the team. I was excited for Nolan to tell the others about this. I was never one to boast. I took notice of more MPDs and brought my pipe back up until I fell to one knee.
My leg had gotten a jerk and was now wet with blood. I’d been shot but by who, I couldn’t see. I stood up and could still move, easier than I feared at first but uncomfortable still as I felt the bullet twist around in the muscle of my calf. I ran past Nolan as he was dragging an injured MPD into the other room and turned back just in time to see the MPD struggle his way out and run off, Nolan shooting into the shadows.
“Shit,” Nolan shouted as he ran back to me. We had lost the other two by this point but were still heading in the right direction. We were right outside the Garyson when we saw three guards standing cool but with weapons up and cocked. Suddenly we saw Lester and his friend come in from where we came and stand still. Nolan took interest in one guard and silently walked against the wall, Le Chuck’s saber resting on his shoulder. I tried to find my target but was lost focus with the interruption of an orchestra of wood and metal falling against each other and Nolan tripping and running head first into the wall, the sound of that making me cringe the most. He stumbled up and seemed okay until I heard the cock of a gun and he froze.
“Don’t move.”
I couldn’t see the MPD and sure he couldn’t see me but turned the corner just in case where I found myself looking down the barrel of a shotgun. Recently used I knew because I was close enough to feel the warmth. I watched the guard pull a trigger but wasn’t sure what happened next besides a bullet ripping an inch off the side of my face.
That was just about the most damage done to either party besides the butt of my gun smashing into the front of his helmet. It was pathetic and little progress was being made as we were clearly unsteady on the jagged ground and dizzy with the first strikes we both recieved.
If it weren’t for the circumstances, we might have found ourselves both laughing at how pathetic this was and letting bygones be bygones. I grabbed my pipe and swung it down, convincing myself that the bullet across the face and the adrenaline pumping through me was altering my perception. The pipe hit his shoulder pad and he took another shot, right between the neck and shoulder, and took me down with his bare hands. I couldn’t hear the other guards rush over, help lift me up, and begin to drag me to the holding cells and I had no idea where Nolan was, but didn’t have enough hope that he’d gotten away.
And then I saw him, a group of guards leading him somewhere, presumably the interrogation room. And just before he was out of sight again, I saw him flail his arm and knock the guards away albeit not far. As he flailed his arms, I caught a glimpse of something strapped to his back and was reminded of our last plan of action. A certain escape.
And I couldn’t help but grin as the room shook and for a brief moment the world turned white.